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The Beauxbatons students walked out of the carriage in three straight lines, Madame Maxime leading. Ella lead the middle row, Fleur to her left and Amélie to her right.

In her hand, Ella had the piece of paper with her name and scroll on it that she would put in the Goblet of Fire. Never had she hoped it wasn’t her, she wanted Fleur to win, or Amélie, but Ella knew Amélie didn’t want it either.

Before they entered the Great Hall, two people ran out of it, they had long, white beards. Ella thought they must have used an aging potion because she had never seen them around before, but then again, she had only been there for a day.

The girls walked up to the Goblet of Fire and Madame Maxime stepped out of the way. Fleur went first, the Ella. She stepped over the age line and felt the heat from the fire on her face. Her hand reached up, dropped the paper in the Goblet and quickly returned to her other hand behind her back.

Ella joined Fleur and waited for Amélie. When she had joined them, they walked out to the lake. The lake was very calm and serene, except for the Durmstrang boat.

“So, who do you guys want to be champion?” Fleur asked.

Ella and Amélie both said, “You.”

”Why? I, personally, think Ella would be a great champion,” Fleur replied.

”Except, I don’t want to draw attention to myself. I don’t need any reason for Dumbledore to think I could be cheating,” Ella answered.

Amélie said, “I just don’t want to.”

The three girls continued to walk around the lake in silence, leaving Ella to think about what would happen that night. Would they turn against each other? The only way Ella could see that happening was if she got champion and Fleur didn’t.

”What happens if one of us gets it?” Ella asked.

”We’ll study, and practice, until the champion wins,” Amélie replied.

“Or, someone could find out what the tasks are, one person will find out what the other champions are doing, and the champion will learn spells to help them complete the task,” Fleur suggested.

”How about let’s not cheat? I mean, I’m not against it, just would preferably not want to,” Ella replied.

Fleur shrugged in acknowledgement. They continued in silence again, but instead of walking around the lake, they walked back to the Great Hall. 

It was filled with students, all in anticipation of finding out the champions. Ella walked with Fleur and Amélie to the end of the blue table, which Gabrielle had told them was called Ravenclaw.

Ella saw the girl from earlier that day glaring at her, Ella smirked, causing her glare to become angrier and her to turn her head.

”She’s still on to you?” Amélie asked.

”Yup, and probably will be for awhile, but I don’t care,” Ella replied.

”Of course you don’t,” Fleur said.

Ella then realized how hungry she was. She didn’t care al to much about the champions, but wanted food.

The Durmstrang students came in and took off their cloaks. Once everyone was settled, the food appeared.

”Finally!” Ella exclaimed.

Fleur giggled. “We’re you hungry?”

Ella rolled her eyes and replied, “Yes.”

”They have more French food this time,” Amélie noticed.

Ella looked at the table and indeed saw more French cuisine. She put some soupe à l’oignon in her bowl. 

“So, Ella, what are you going to do about the Potter situation?” Fleur asked.

”I thought I told you?” Ella replied.

”No,” Amélie said.

”Well,” Ella started. “I guess I’m going to ignore it. I might end up becoming friends with him, I might not. It doesn’t matter though because my dad isn’t alive.”

”But, what if he comes back?” Amélie asked.

”I wouldn’t be surprised,” Ella replied. “But he won’t, even if he does, I wouldn’t join him, but I would at least get to know my dad.”

”No surprise, your literally afraid of nothing,” Fleur said.

”That’s not true,” Ella replied.

”Really?” Fleur asked. “Tell me one thing your afraid of.”

“I’m afraid of—“ Ella thought for awhile about something she was afraid of, but could only find one thing that she would admit. “English food.”

”Exactly,” Fleur said. “You aren’t afraid of anything. I know you are afraid of things but you won’t show it.”

Ella blushed because she knew this was right. She would never in her life admit to being afraid of things. If she had had a normal life, she would be afraid of her dad, but she didn’t and her fear had turned into hatred.

Ella ate some of her soup and looked around the Great Hall. Eating took longer than yesterday, but that was probably because they had eaten so much the day before. Some people looked anxious, some excited, some like they didn’t care. Ella noticed that everyone was a lot louder than they had been the day before and she hated that.

Ella quickly finished her soup in anticipation, to no use, everyone else was still eating. She continued looking around and caught the eye of the same boy as before. This time, she held it. He had warm brown eyes and black hair, but what Ella really loved, were his freckles.

He looked away, at one of his friends, causing Ella to realize what had happened, making her blush.

”Has a certain someone caught your eye?” Amélie asked.


”Yes,” Fleur interrupted. “You should talk to him. I’m sure he won’t mind.”

”No,” Ella said.

”Fine,” Fleur replied smirking.

”But that does not give you permission to talk to him,” Ella added.

Her smirk faded. “Oh, come on.”

It was Ella’s turn to smirk. Suddenly, the plates cleared and Dumbledore stood up. The entire hall was silent, almost as if no one was breathing. Ella certainly wasn’t.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" - he indicated the door behind the staff table - "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting....A few people kept checking their watches...

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it - the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

Ella saw Viktor Krum rise from the green table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!"

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Ella smiled because she was not the champion. 

“Good job, Fleur,” Ella said.

”You’ll do good,” Amélie added.

Fleur rolled her eyes and said, “Of course I will.”

Ella looked at the other Beauxbatons girls and saw two of them were crying. No surprise, they were weaklings and thought they even had a chance at being champion.

When Fleur too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next...

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

It was the loudest cheer Ella had ever heard. The entire yellow table, which was right next to them, erupted in cheers. This Diggory must have been popular their, as everyone seemed to know who he was.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real -"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.

The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.

Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out -

"Harry Potter."

There was no applause. The entire hall was silent. No one dared whisper.

Up at the top table, a Professor with a tight bun had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who bent his ear toward her, frowning slightly.

Ella turned to Amélie and whispered nervously, “They’re going to think I put his name in.”

”They better not, there’s no way you did. You didn’t want to go in yourself,” Amélie replied.

”But they don’t know that, and I would never admit to them that I didn’t want to enter,” Ella reminded.

”Well, I don’t know what to say, other than, you didn’t do it,” Amélie sighed.

At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to the woman.

"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"

Harry got to his feet, and tripped. He set off up the gap between the red and yellow tables. Soon, he was in front of Professor Dumbledore.

"Well...through the door, Harry," said Dumbledore. He wasn't smiling.

Harry moved off along the teachers' table until he too, had walked through the door.

“All right, everyone else I know you are excited to congratulate your champion, but if you would please go back to your dorms, and keep the celebrating for tomorrow,” Dumbledore said.

Everyone in the Great Hall had left, except Ella and Amélie, before Dumbledore said, “Miss Riddle, I know you don’t wish to speak to me, but I must speak with you.”

Ella turned around and said, “I know zhis is about ‘arry. I didn’t put ‘is name in.”

”I still need to speak with you.”

Ella turned to Amélie and said, “I’ll catch up to you later. I have to deal with the stupid Dumbledore.”

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